Way of a Bee

I rise, I dive, I swirl and glide

capriciously, I play alfresco;

embark on sojourns to roses and daisies,

amassing nectar from the affable and charming.

Undeterred and resolute,

I float as a dying note

dancing at the nib of a baton.

I drift like clouds,

I scurry like vagrant thoughts.

A maverick, yet as a stallion,

I wear a bridle and run,

charge like a tide; I refuse to ebb.

I maintain a bonfire’s formidable distance

from my fellow peers:

scrupulous wasps and ascetic hummers.

I am no loner,

I have many a kin.

We are to us

mutual shadows;

and not a star of any cluster

  discerned together

  yet so incredibly far.

 Our earthy humble palace

      that reeks of our blood and sweat; 
      impervious to stray streams   

                                          that dissolve with them:                        

                     self-hood of soldier rocks and martyr pebbles             

                                                  on their way.                                         

Diligent, I report to the fervent Sun

rising as a king,

greeted by mellowing nightingales and blooming buds.

I rise, I dive, I swirl and glide,

flitting, flower to flower,

I set out to spin my cogwheel

once again.